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One Curse for One Soul ((1x1 GreekGoddess))

Daevion grinned and stroked her cheek with his whole hand. "You have to obey my every word to the letter. In other words, you are my slave for five years." He pulled away from her then and checked the other car to make sure there wasn't a soul there.

Vienna swallowed and took a deep breath. She thought about it for a split second, but her heart couldn't deal with the guilt of leaving Nathan, or what was left of him, behind. "No." she answered simply with a sigh. "I'll do your stupid curse. I'm not letting go of Nathan that easily." she muttered.

Daevion's head tilted stareing at her thoughtfuly. Why does she want this guy, he is weak minded and souled, he's barley even putting up a fight. Daevion nodded curtly and went to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Daevion rolled his eyes, he was stronger than her by far. This was the only way for them to travel, unless she wanted to run above ground. Daevion slowly sank into the ground pulling her with him, and then moved faster than any wings could take him, almost fading through the ground. He pulled them out and they seemed to be in the middle of no where. Daevion let go of her.

Vienna struggled, but was no match for his strength. "Help!" she cried out desperately as they sunk into the ground, moving at top speed. In a matter of seconds they had arrived underground. She had no idea where they were, or how to even get out of here. "Where are we?" she asked. It was perhaps the most polite thing she had spoken to him all day.

Daevion ignored her coment and went through the woods coming to a graveyard. He always hated coming through here, a tugging in all directions from lost souls, too spread apart to take them. He slipped his arm from around her waist to her arm, dragging her through the cematary like it would hurt them, it already hurt Daevion.

This time Vienna didn't protest when he dragged her along this time. She knew by now that it would be completely useless. They were going through a graveyard now, it made her feel tingly inside like the souls were reaching out towards her begging her to free them. "Can we just get out of here." she mumbled softly.

Already on it. Daevion got them out of there and a little ways into the forest on the otherside, to a tree. He leaned against it and pushed open a door. One that led in a spiraling staircase down, deep down. Daevion went down and called to her, "Come."

Vienna felt her body lurch forward, and without thinking about it she walked down the spiral staircase until she reached the bottom and stood beside her master. "You know, if you're going to be my master for the next five years you could at least tell me your name." she scoffed, glaring at him.

"Hmm... Master to you." Daevion knew it would bother her, all high spirted girls hate it. Daevion went to push the door open and he said very quietly, "Daevion." Then the doors were open to reveal the castle inside. It was well lit for bing underground and completly made of stone. There was a mirror in the corner, it didn't reflec your image though, it flickered half shaddowed faces who's souls had been entrapped here.

Vienna grimaced when he ordered her to call him master. As he went to open the door, she heard him whisper his name, Daevion. She couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. When he opened the door, a vast room that couold only belong to a castle. It was made entirely of stone, except for a mirror in the corner. It appeared to have faces on it that faded out, only to fade back in with new faces. "What's that?" Vienna asked pointing to the mirror in the corner.

Vienna was tugged along by Daevion once more and into a large room that appeared to belong to him. Like the rest of the castle, it was made of stone from floor to celing. The room was lit by flamed torches. A blood red rug was in the center, appearing very tattered and warm. Out of formality, there was a bed in the corner along with a pair of wooden chairs in the opposite corner. She doubted any of it was used by Daevion, she didn't even know if he slept. On the far wall were large wooden doors to what she assumed to be a closet, lord only knows what he kept in there. "it's... nice." Vienna decided, not wanting to offend him, though she doubted she could.

Daevion snorted, doubting she meant it. He closed and locked the door, tucking the key under his shirt. He went to the bed and fell over backwards (purposely) onto the black comforter, a hand over his eyes. It was as if he had forgotten Vienna was there.

Vienna sighed softly, and watched as Daevion collapsed backwards onto his bed. Looking around, she sat down on one of the wooden chairs, twirling a lock of hair with her finger to keep busy. She didn't know what to say, she was still a bit intimidated by him still.